Title
From Go-Getter to Gone: My 4-Month NGO Disaster
Summary
Jean Claude lost his NGO job after 4 months for removing a pet snake ("Leo") his boss valued. He was praised & given keys to her home, but his "taking charge" led to his dismissal for animal cruelty.
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This Experience was narrated by Jean Claude Niyomugabo (@jcniyomuagbo) on X at 27, December 2024.
Let me tell you about the time I lost my job after just 4 months in 2018.
I had just been hired by a local NGO, and my boss, a charming lady named Sarah, was from USA.
Now, Sarah was not just a boss; she was a "support system," helping me pay bills and even sending money home to my parents.
It didn’t take long for Sarah to take a liking to me.
She’d often tell the team, "This man is a go-getter, he’s got that drive we need!".
She even started calling me "her best investment" and sometimes joked that I was "the future of the organization."
I felt like I was winning at life.
One day, Sarah invited me to dinner after work.
She said, "You know young man, you’ve really impressed me—keep it up!".
I said, "It’s all thanks to my parents and Jesus!".
I could see her smile, and it made me feel like I was finally going places.
By the end of the third month, I thought things were going great.
Sarah started asking me about my future plans and where I saw myself.
I confidently told her, “I’m heading straight to the top, and soon my parents won’t need to worry about anything!".
She agreed, saying, "We’ll get you there."
On a Friday, Sarah called me in the morning, inviting me over for dinner.
She was going to be late because of a meeting, but she handed me the keys to her house and said, “Make yourself comfortable.
It’s yours too!” .
I was thrilled! .
I thought to myself, "This is it.
I’m practically family now."…
I arrived at Sarah’s place around 2 pm, feeling like I had crossed into the next level of adulthood.
As I walked through the front door, the neighbors looked at me, probably wondering who this guy was letting himself into the house.
But I didn’t care—soon I’d be living the American dream!
Sarah’s house was a cozy, upscale apartment.
The walls were covered in various art pieces, and a framed photo of her family stood on the table.
To my surprise, I saw a picture of my own parents hanging among them.
I waved at it like a true son-in-law in training.
After grabbing a drink, I decided to make myself useful.
Sarah had told me to take charge, so I started cleaning up—dusting frames and wiping away cobwebs.
I wanted to show her I was not only job material, but husband material too 😂.
Then, I spotted it—a snake! A giant, slithery thing coiled around a picture frame on the wall.
I did what any man would do: I grabbed a broom, gently (but firmly) nudged it outside, and went back to cleaning.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, right?😂….
Three hours later, Sarah pulled into the driveway.
She was amazed at how clean the house was. “young man, you’re a miracle worker!” she exclaimed.
I played it cool, acting like it was nothing, but inside I was grinning.
I was on my way to the top!
Dinner was fantastic, and we followed it up with a movie.
Everything felt like it was going according to plan.
But then, in the middle of the movie, Sarah froze and shouted, “I can’t find Leo! .
Where’s Leo?” I panicked, thinking, “Who in the world is Leo?”.
Leo? Who’s that?” I asked, utterly confused.
She sprang up, frantically flipping over the cushions and calling, “Leo, where are you?”.
I was completely lost.
Then it hit me—Leo was the snake I had carelessly thrown outside earlier.
My stomach dropped.
I tried to stay composed.
“Babe, I think there’s been a mix-up,” I said, attempting to defuse the situation.
“Leo… uh, was just a regular snake.”
Sarah stared at me, horrified.
“How could you throw out such a precious, harmless creature?” she gasped.
I tried to justify myself. “In my village, we handle snakes like that.
You told me to take charge!” She didn’t care.
By the end of the night, I was no longer the future of the organization.
The next Monday, I got my termination letter.
Apparently, animal cruelty wasn’t part of their brand.
But wait—Leo came back! She had returned with a few missing scales, courtesy of a hungry bird.
The worst part?
My American dream was snatched away before I could even get comfortable.
Now, every snake I meet feels like a reminder of my lost dreams.
End!
Was I in the wrong for handling things the way I did?
Let me know your thoughts—should I have handled the situation differently or was I just a victim of circumstances?